by Aran Ashe
Shanam's hand came up between the girl's legs from behind and her upper leg was lifted. His fingertips opened out the small decorated lips to form a deeply cupped flower, then took each lip and squeezed it, nipping step by step along the patterned edge towards the hood, then taking the small white cock again and rolling it very slowly. When she began to murmur, she was again turned on to her back, where she lay as she had been put, with her legs uplifted, balanced above her, crooked in the air. Her bottom was raised on to Shanam's knees and his upper thighs formed a ramp below her, pressed against her lower back. The back of her head lay flat to the leaves. Ranil knelt open legged above her, then bent forwards, so his thick curved stem and heavy ballocks hovered above her nose. Shanam took hold of her upraised feet and pressed them outwards, so her bottom lifted and rocked. Her mound pushed out; the lips were open and the tiny white cock stood hard. The younger man rubbed his palm over her uplifted belly while Shanam held her feet, edging them wider. The rubbing movement transmitted to her sex and the bone projection moved as Ranil's hand moved, slowly pushing out from beneath the hood when the hand moved up the belly, then drawing back again. The girl's neck began to arch and her head moved back and the cock tip touched then pushed between her pouted lips. And now it was Ranil who gasped: he was forced to release her belly and arch his back while the cap of his cock was held captive in those moistly sucking lips and Shanam played with the girl, placing one hand under her back and lifting while the fingers of the other were wetted and slowly rubbed the hood up and down about the projecting stem. When the girl shuddered once, the tiny cock was plucked, then rolled, then held very still, so the only movements were the hand beneath her - which was kept pressed against her lower back and, in its lifting, moved her body by minute fractions against that single pinned and stimulated fleshy point to which the bone was fixed - and her lips which sucked upon the living cock as if it were the very air and she were drowning.
Anya listened to her guttural groans of pleasure, watched her belly shake, watched the ballocks between Ranil's legs lifting and the thick stem pumping milt into her mouth while Shanam gently held her balanced on his hand and carefully twisted the tiny bone projection between his forefinger and thumb. And the calmness of his gaze upon the girl - his control - made Anya's legs, already very weak, turn to jelly. She drew breath deeply - deliberately so - and he turned and saw her. But though Ranil, pumping still, was yet able to make some exclamation on the matter, Shanam showed no surprise. Getting up slowly, he left the other two lovers on the leaves, came over and stood before Anya with his cock still standing hard, she was aware, though now she would not look at it, despite the fact that she had up to this point looked upon it willingly, longingly in fact, from afar. His hand reached out and touched her breasts - he took each one and weighed its fullness, touched the nipple, then the hand moved down and the backs of his fingers rubbed up and down her belly. She felt the ring between her legs moving and her nubbin came erect; the weight of the small ring readjusting was a feeling quite delicious. His fingers rubbed until the soft hairs on her belly bristled. A sweet sickly tightness filled her throat; she could not swallow properly; her mouth was filling with oily spittle. There was a thumping in her heart and neck and head and she felt queasy. But these were feelings that she loved. She loved the awakening, the wanting, the sinking, suffocating need giving way so slowly to the inevitability of a pleasure that could drown.
He went into the small room behind her, gathered up an armful of leaves and, bringing them through, deposited them by the fire. In three such journeys he had brought the bed. 'Lakita ...' Anya whispered when he pointed to it, and this time she obeyed. She lay down upon it, stretched herself and smiled. She felt him snuggle up behind her, turn her on her belly, touch the freckles on her shoulders and tickle her skin. When his hand edged down, she moved her legs apart. The tips of his fingers smoothed into the crease of her buttocks. She could feel his thick stem resting silky warm against her leg, the soft naked skin of his bag moulding to the back of her thigh as the heavy round weights inside it rolled. She wanted to feel them between her legs; she wanted him inside her, from behind, and her sex distended by his smooth brown plum. She turned to kiss him, but he turned her back again and continued touching. He seemed fascinated by her skin - the freckles, her underarm curls and the soft fine hair at the base of her spine, the palest hair sweeping softly down into the deep dark crease between her buttocks. While Anya turned her head to the side, lay on her cheek and watched the lovers, the round tip of a finger repeatedly followed the smoothness into the groove; as she crooked her knee, the round tip found the small warm thin-skinned mouth; her body tensed but her knee moved higher up the bed. The fingertip smoothly tested; the sensitivity increased until she wanted to pull away. However, she did not pull away, but pushed her belly down into the leaves, distending it in the way she had seen the girl do, which caused her spine to arch down like the bent branch of a willow and the cheeks of her bottom to lift and separate and the small mouth to form a definite pouting cup. Then she closed her eyes, waiting for the fingertip to enter her against this tender plea. But her action, in emphasising her perfectly curving shapes, only caused the fingertip to lift and both hands, enticed by the vision of these separated globes, to try to fit precisely to each and to taste its smoothness while the thumbs rubbed the velvet inner faces of the cheeks and the dark eyes watched the small mouth gently pouting.
Her legs tried to move higher; the single fingertip returned and continued to stroke, pulling shivers down her spine. Her eyes opened. The girl's body was draped belly uppermost across Ranil's knee. Her breasts, pointing out and back as her neck arched and her head rested against the floor, were being stimulated with wetted fingers. The cone around each nipple looked very swollen, as the fingertips by alternation pinched and slapped; this was the noise that Anya had heard. Yet the girl did not seem afraid. A stone pot was drawn across the floor beside Ranil. Then he called to Shanam, who grunted in reply, then knelt up. But before he left Anya in that state of ungratified arousal, with her legs so wide apart now and her belly pushing down into the softness of the leaves, he fastened something round each leg. They felt like narrow skin belts - skin belts solely, without any fur - which were fastened high against the creases of her thighs and drawn very tightly. He hadn't fastened her legs to anything, but had merely stretched and tied these thin skin belts tightly round their tops.
So now, even while he was gone, the feeling was there - the tightness against that sensitive place - and it did not go away. And the sensations it induced were contradictory - she felt as if she were tied, yet her legs could freely move. When she drew them together across the leaves, the soft knots and loose loops of the skin belts were trapped against her swollen flesh lips, making her shudder; when she opened her legs, the tension around the tight bands seemed increased and made her sex lips gently throb. As Anya lay there, tied yet free, with the narrow lines of encircling pressure round her upper thighs, the sweet sickly taste came in her mouth and the queasy pleasure came in her belly very much stronger than before. Yet her lover had so far scarcely begun to touch her. What further pleasures would be in store? She bathed in the anticipation. She lay on her front quite wantonly with her thighs open and her breasts and belly pressed into the leaves, wanting to be touched again, wanting to be urged to pleasure, to be penetrated, taken while her lover's thumbs pushed up through the outsides of the tight skin belts to keep the bands of pressure hard against her inner thighs until her pleasure came. But now both men were with the girl.
Ranil held her thighs apart while the older man worked between them. Each whimper that the girl uttered made Anya's belly squirm, for Shanam's fingertips were picking at the small bone prong again, trying to extract it. The lips were opened and the hood was lifted back; the prong was drawn out fully and the fingernail picked at the gold thread of its mounting, while the girl emitted tiny cries - whether of pleasure or fear or squeamish pain, Anya could not tell - yet it was as if Anya could fe
el it too, between her legs, a pulling picking feeling round the gold ring of her nub. Anya's thighs now closed defensively, yet the girl's of course could not, for hers were held wide to keep her mound accessible and her sex projecting while the small gold snag was painstakingly worked undone and the white bone prong pulled free. Shanam held it up, then wetted his fingertips and worked the spittle into the nub while the girl protested freely with short quick spasms of her belly. Now, more fully naked than she had ever been, she was lifted on to the older man's lap while the pot was drawn near. Water splashed from it on to the floor, making Anya shiver. The girl's legs were balanced in the air. Shanam dipped his hand into the pot and drew from it a large grey gnarled shell. Anya shivered again, for it was an oyster - the same awful creature she had been offered that afternoon, when the women had expected her to eat it - but she was aghast to see it here, in such a circumstance. The young man handed Shanam a small knife and Anya then emitted a cry. Shanam looked at her and pursed his lips, then he whispered to Ranil, who got up and came to her.
She was apprehensive. He lay beside her, unfastened the belts at the tops of her thighs, then retightened them and turned her on her back, but turned her head away. It seemed they did not wish her to witness what was being done to the girl; she could only hear the sounds now - as she watched Ranil but strained her ears to pick up every hint - of the girl's breathing, her murmurs, small adjustments to the position of her limbs, whispers from Shanam, a protest in return, a moan, rather deeper now, a sigh from him, then a cracking sound, a hollow sound, sounds of oyster sinews splitting, wet sounds and a knife scraping back and forth within a shell, then silence. Anya attempted to turn her head to see. The young man would not let her. He took one nipple between his wetted fingers; his other hand gently opened her thighs and closed around her sex and held it. The fingers did not enter her; they were not permitted so to do. The symbol was clear - she wore the ring.
Anya listened; she could hear every tiny crackle of the fire, every shuffle. Her eyes widened as she heard another whisper, then a soft gasp, whispers of reassurance, rapid breathing, panting now and soft wet sounds, of sucking Anya knew. The hand around her squeezed her swollen sex lips while the fingertips rolled her nipple. The panting waned; the sucking stopped and the hand at Anya's sex lifted. Her knees were pushed wide open and the hand began to rub beside the lips, which slowly split, then to touch the ring, feeding it very slowly through the nubbin, causing the awful pulling feeling deep inside her. He placed one hand beneath her lower back and lifted, which pushed her belly out and kept her flesh wide open while he continued to touch the ring, which stood out hard about the nubbin that pushed out from the shelter of its hood. But his fingers did not enter.
More cracking sounds were heard, then shuffling, then tiny whimpers as the sucking sounds began again. The girl began to beg, whispering one word - 'Niri' - over and over but the soft wet sounds continued long, while Anya lay unmoving, bowed out, the swollen flesh about the ring between her legs being thoroughly yet minutely stroked. In due course, the girl's pleasure was extracted against the strength of sobbing shudders and at this point, the ring was simply held until the gasps had sufficiently waned. Then the ring was pressed, then turned a fraction, then pulled and held, drawn out to make a fleshy cusp, while the tip of the little finger tasted the freshly disclosed half circular furrow around the top of the denuded nub - for this was certainly permitted - and Anya's pleasure balanced on the point of coming until Shanam was quite finished with the girl, at which time Anya was released and allowed to turn, though not to close her legs. She saw that the girl now lay on her side with her back turned, curving, moving slightly as she breathed. Shanam was tracing with his fingertips the smooth bronze curvature. She might have been asleep. Fastened round her upper thighs were the tight skin straps. Trickling down the back of one thigh was wetness. On the ground beside her were the plundered shells.
As Anya lay on her front, her sex, seen from behind, framed by the tight skin bands, pulsed softly above the compressed leaves of the bed, overlaying their faint aroma with the heavy smell of heat. The ring stood out, a sweet temptation for those fingertips that had only just released her to take up once again. And above the pulsing sex and bedded in the groove was the circular well of blackness. Edging forwards, Ranil pressed the warm polished head of his cock - which had stayed erect since first he touched her nipples with his fingers - against the hot velvet well, which immediately contracted and took the clear droplet of liquid that the cocktip proffered. He teased it, pushing harder. The velvet skin turned slippery with his escaped liquid; the girl turned rigid; she did not want it this way. She was strange - wanting it at the front, where she should not, but not in the one place that it was allowed. He drew his cock away and laid it against her leg and instead, tickled the small and now wet mouth with his finger. Though her body stayed tense, the mouth gradually relaxed until he allowed his cock to touch it once again. Again she turned rigid, and murmured some word he did not understand. He pushed her knees apart and rubbed the small black shiny mouth with his thumb while he gently played with the ring, which was wetted now with her inner moisture seeping down to form a droplet. Suddenly, he heard a stifled gasp, the mouth contracted about the tip of his thumb, the thighs shuddered and he felt a rapid tiny pulsing through the ring, as if her body was trying repeatedly to pull it from his fingers. He held the ring against that pulling and her body slowly steadied.
Anya's pleasure had come when the thumb had momentarily stopped stroking her but the pad remained against her and the tips of his fingers, holding the ring, had slowed to tiny movements. She could feel the thick bare stem against the back of her knee; when it had touched her there, she had imagined being made to take it in her mouth - as the girl had done, while Shanam played with her between her legs - and at that thought, her legs had moved slightly more open, she had felt the tightness squeezing the tops of her thighs and then her breathing had brought her on. The pleasure had been quick, but sweet against his fingertips and now she wanted another. She wanted both men loving her together; she wanted their bare hot silky stems rubbed over her body - over her breasts and back and face and in her hair and down her throat and up inside her sex but not inside her bottom - for that was where she would like to feel their tongues. She would like to be sucked at the back and at the front together. She knew she would find the lewdness of such pleasure quite delicious.
And Anya got her wish, and more - she made them break the taboo of the ring - but not that night. The fire ebbed, more leaves were brought from outside, the main bed was enlarged and Anya was laid to sleep beside the girl, whose small bone prong was reinstated for her pleasure, which occurred at intervals during the night - Anya heard them wake her - while Anya herself was always turned the other way. In this manner Anya was made to feel welcome in their bed whilst not being unduly taxed by their attentions. If, as happened sometimes, one or other of the men was not fully engaged with the girl and found Anya restless, he would tickle or stroke her back, the skin bands would perhaps be released and then retightened, and on occasion, her knees would be bent while she lay on her side, that the ring - the symbol of that uncompanionable and already very strained embargo on fully penetrative love - might be touched and tickled and rendered slippy with spittle until she fell asleep, which in her state of permanent excitement from the sounds of pleasure and the smells of premature and sometimes deliberate emissions evaporating from the warmth of the young girl's skin, was a process slow indeed. But the men had patience; they would not rush this new girl.
When Anya awoke the second time, she turned, pretending to be asleep and watched through slitted eyes. Ranil was on his back with the girl on top of him, also on her back. Her legs had been lifted and the narrow bare buttocks spread so wide that the gulf between them seemed disproportionately wide, enhanced as it was by the thick wet bole of his cockstem pushed between them. An inch at the base was visible; the rest of the tube was buried inside her bottom. Her hand, reaching round fro
m below, cupped his ballocks as tenderly as if they were the eggs of a rare and delicate bird. Her sex, held open by Shanam's fingers and thumb, was being penetrated by the forefinger and second finger of his other hand and was trying to close, though the fingers and thumb held her open. The two fingers withdrew, dipped into a bowl and reapplied the oily paste inside her. Then a short green cylindrical fruit was carefully inserted, her thighs were closed around it and the fingertips rubbed round the small nubbin bone projection until she came, which caused her to lift her pressed-together legs, which in turn stirred the ballocks underneath her as the cock began to pump against the flesh ring squeezing round it near its base. Then Anya was spotted; she was turned to face the wall again and to consider at her leisure what she had seen.
On her second night, after a day spent mainly sleeping on the floating platform, listening to the lapping water and soaking up the sun, the skin belts were fastened round the tops of her thighs and she was left in the quiet of the inner sanctum once again, for by then, word that she was taboo had circulated. But again, she became restless, despite repeated visits in which the men would stroke her and touch her and tighten the belts. In the end they relented, lifted her up and carried her to the bed, but allowed her to rest at first while they attended to the girl.